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Fusionistics 4

Raiders of the Moving Ark

Commissioned and final edit by Kaleem Macintyre

“Samuel Ingot, head of Ison Corp,” James began, his voice tight as he looked over the men and women of the task force he had been given authority of. “decided for some reason that today was the day to wear fusion stones on his cufflinks. Considering that it’s the job of this task force to investigate these stones, myself and a few others will be having a chat with Mr. Ingot later on this week.”

“Not to be rude, but are we SURE that those stones are fusion stones and not, you know, some cheap emerald look-a-likes?” one of the members of the unit asked, honest uncertainty painted onto their face.

“I’m very certain.” James replied, his face tight. It was times likes these when the blue haired cop wished that he didn’t have to keep exactly how he was certain of such a fact, however, he was wise enough to know that spilling such details would not be taken too kindly amongst the people within the police force.

“Assuming that you’re right, that should be enough probable cause to get a warrant drawn up so that we can pull him in for questioning and search his residence and places of business.” Wayne, a junior detective, began while looking over his crimson eyed boss warily. “But if a guy like that is being so bold, you can bet that he’s probably gone through every means possible to make sure we don’t find anything.”

“Which is why I called this meeting.” James began as he looked around at his unit, those who hadn’t asked for a transfer gave him curious looks, all of them wondering just what was going on in his head. “Any suggestions/thoughts on how we should approach this, be they legal or...theoretical in nature?” Had he been on his own, James would have simply began tailing the other, but as it was he had to make sure that his people would be kept within the loop and safe from whatever ‘surprises’ Ignot probably had lying in wait; the man had to be baiting them if he let himself be caught on camera.

“We know the fucker is guilty of at least being in possession of the stones, but we can’t prove it. Yet.” Another officer began.

“What we need is an outright confession from someone at Ison Corp.” someone else chirped.

“The only people would might be dumb enough to talk are those clowns that got brought in a couple of weeks ago.” Murmurs flew throughout the tiled room at that. “That fused zebstrika they have locked up in quarantine, he was obviously the one overseeing the whole thing, so he must be in pretty deep with the Ison Corp’s.”

“But, as it's been pointed out, he's hiding behind a team of lawyers.” Wayne said, annoyance clear in his voice. “We can't even ask him what his name is before one of the suits jump down our throat.” the young policeman tried not to growl as he remembered how irritated he had been when attempting to question the creature, only to have one of the high priced attorneys always present tell him that his ‘client’ didn’t have to answer his question. “We've been unable to even identify who the hell he really is because them.”

“We still have the scientist and fused truck driver locked up at the hospital, they must mean that there obviously worth something to the corporation since they’ve got lawyers watching over them as well.” James stated. The blue haired cop tried to rack his brain for some kernel of information hiding from him that would force a plan to formulate within his mind. “And the only reason Ingot can't take either of them from the hospital is because they’re under the quarantine laws.”

“But that's going to change.” Matt said as he entered into the room James’ group was currently in, several headed turned in his direction, all of them curious.

“Do tell.” James said.

The tall, dark skinned officer stalked over to the group with all the grace of his arcanine partner before throwing down a stack of papers onto the desk James was sitting on.

“Yesterday the Chief Stark got together with several members of the pokemon league to change the zebstrika’s status. As of today, he's no longer classified as a human. He's now classified as a PFH or pokemon-fused-human, as such any human rights he might have had are now practically non existent.” That got more than one low whistle of astonishment. “With this in mind, he’s been given over to the league, at least until they can try and come up with rights that would apply to his species that won’t discredit his dual nature.” Matt finished with an almost predatory smirk.

“Last time I checked, pokemon didn’t need lawyers.” Wayne snorted.

“Bingo.” Matt winked. “At the moment he's being signed off so he's no longer under quarantine protection. Which means he is being moved to Blackwater Village.” a number of murmurs resounded throughout the room at that.

According to rumor, Blackwater was supposedly a pokemon containment facility where the more ‘dangerous’ pokemon out there could be contained and then, with hope, safely released out into the world where they wouldn’t be a danger to either humans or the local ecosystem.

“Is that where the other fused who weren’t being taken to the hospital have been sent?” James asked, curious over this subject for a number of reasons.

“Yep.” Matt replied. “They have top notch quality care and medical facilities, plus there’s enough space at the village where the fused can freely move around without causing harm to either themselves or the people who live there.”

“Live there?” someone asked.

“Yeah, Blackwater is kind of a habitat for both humans and pokemon; the people who work up there are paid to live at the place to provide round the clock care and service for the pokemon.” Matt said, pride singing within his voice.

“I take it that you have a couple of friends up there?” James asked.

Matt waved him off.

“Back on track, all of this has gone on behind the Ison Corp’s back. The judge and the lawyers that approved the new classification were chosen by the Kanto Pokemon League’s own Lance.” James gaped at that. “Yeah, it’s a whole new world we live in these days, folks.”

“They won’t be kept in the dark for long,” Wayne pointed out cautiously.

“Which is why we need to move fast on this.” James slid from the desk and then grabbed up the folder that Matt had brought in with him. “So, there's about twelve newly made fused being transported tonight, in a modified school bus, the zebstrika included.” James read aloud, his crimson eyes quickly scanning over the information in between his fingers. “They'll be secured to the walls and mildly sedated for the trip.” the blue haired man lifted his head to stare pointedly at Matt.

“Hey, we tried pokeballs, but they didn’t work due to their biology. So...the police force is going with this method for everyone’s sake.”

James hummed. “How is this supposed to work?”

“There will be only two human guards assigned to the bus - the driver and a guard - both of them fully armed with six military trained pokemon at their side. A gardevoir will also be riding with them. She will be meditating the entire trip, so if she picks up anything out of the ordinary she will not hesitate to alert the guards.” James finished before flipping over the first of what was a thirty page stack of papers. “Now, Blackwater is a two hour ride out of town down by the Oceanic Cliffs to the south. The truck is fitted with a gps system that can't be hacked or turned offline without setting off an alert. There is a margin of error allowed for the time of the trip, an extra ten minutes to allow for traffic and any unexpected accidents.” James continued.

“What if Team Fusion decides to invited themselves into this party?” one of the police officers asked suddenly making both Matt and James flinch.

“There is no way that anyone can hijack the truck and make off with it without triggering one of them several alarms already installed into the bus.” Matt began, a nervous smile on his face. “So, if someone, Ison or otherwise, discovers what’s going on, they can’t try and disappear it without raising a number of red flags.”

“What do you mean?” Wayne questioned.

“If the truck is held up by unnatural causes or it goes over that ten minute allowance, a safety mechanism in the truck automatically locsk the wheels and make it immovable. Once that happens an entire swat team in a helicopter which is being held on standby will be dispatched to ‘solve the issue’.” Matt chuckled rather darkly.

“So...how are we going to…?”

“Oops, look at that, time for me to go on break.” Matt said before quickly bolting out of the room.

James chuckled as he watched the dark skinned man all but scurry out of the room, plausible deniability all but echoing in his footsteps, and then the blue haired man flipped over the page he was reading.

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“I hope you know what you’re doing.” James said as he looked over at Peter, the green haired man cheerfully humming as he sped down the road, the speedometer all but crying in defeat as his foot melded into the gas pedal.

“You wanted me to trust you, right?” Peter said, not even bothering to look at the other man as swerved the black four door car they were riding in around the side of a cliff. James swallowed thickly as he tried to fight off the need to yell at the other man to slow down.

“I’m in this death machine with you, aren’t I?” crimson eyes glared at the other.

“And you haven’t complained even once, I’m proud of you.” Peter snickered before chancing a glance into the rearview mirror.

“Thanks.”

“Now, about the plan. Are you sure you know what to do?”

James sighed before nodding.

Apparently, the gardevoir riding with the guards belonged to a member of Team Fusion, as such, the psychic-fairy type wouldn’t alert anyone when she caught them within the web of her sensory range. Actually, once the pair were near the bus the embrace pokemon would cause the driver to slow down before putting both him and the guard to sleep. The moment that bus stopped they would use Mimi’s Alakazam, which was currently inside of the pokeball on Jame’s side, to teleport the two men inside of the back of the bus where the pokemorphs were being held, as trying to forcibly enter the vehicle would set off an alarm. All the Fused inside would be sedated and unable to notice their presence, except the Zebstrika. His dosage had been arranged to be less than the others so he'd wake up by the time they got into the bus. At that point the Alakazam would put the bastard under hypnosis and then record him giving a complete and honest confession about Ison’s deepest secrets.

“You know that his testimony won’t be admitted in any court, right?” Peter had to have already known this, but James was desperate to pick the other man’s mind.

“So.”

“Uh…” and it was at times like that, that James remembered that the other man was like a rubix cube, forever changing to suit the situation.

“All we need to do is find out where the little riolu pup was created at, right?” James growled, eyes flashing dangerously as he turned to glare at the other man. Peter ignored his companion’s searing look as he continued speaking. “Once we find out where the little one was made we can go there, find some information that you can use in a court, and then bust the whole group.”

“And what about the pup?” James barked.

“Hmm, what about him, indeed.” Peter giggled as James drew close enough to him that the man’s puffing nostrils were almost touching the green haired man’s neck. “We can’t let him walk around all willy-nilly, but at the same time, I have a funny feeling that keeping him locked up would be bad for his health.”

“And yours.” James hissed.

Peter turned to kiss the other man on the nose before returning his attention back to the road.

James flinched.

“Now, once we get back to base, we upload the video onto a server I’ve created, make a copy of it, and send it to the task force. It should be all the information that they need to do a full scale invasion of the Ison complex,”

“But…”

“and if they can’t...I’m sure that someone else will have a number of question to ask Ingot. Most of which his lawyers won’t be able to talk him out of.” Peter then began chuckling. “I’m also sure that the news outlet will just LOVE hearing about this.” James cocked his head to the side in question. “Imagine it, every conspiracy theorist out there will be chomping at the bit to ‘expose’ Ison corp. Heck, some of the employees working for the company might decide to ‘leak’ information to the interweb which could possibly be sent out on every forum and blogging post there is. I can only imagine the scandal which would occur if Ison Corp and Team Fusion were found to be directly connected to one another; don’t forget, they were the ones behind everything at the start, but they had to get funded somehow, right?”

James blanched at that.

“You mean...you would actually…”

Peter turned and smiled at James but there was no mirth in the green haired man’s eyes.

The school bus appeared before them several minutes later. Faded yellow with several dings along the side, the back bumper hanging on an angle, the rolling vehicle looked so inconspicuous that it set off several alarms in James’ head even before Peter began to lift his foot off from the gas pedal.

“Ready?” Peter asked.

James made a noise within his throat as he reached down to grab the pokeball at his side.

Once the bus exited the freeway the bus began to to slow down, the driver and the guard beside him having to blink as a sudden case of fatigue overtook them. The gardevoir sitting between them quiet as a lamb as she continued to meditate.

“This is gonna be good.” Peter said as he watched the bus slow down and then come to a complete stop. “Let’s do this.” the green haired man said as he pulled his car up beside the bus before killing the engine. Stepping out of the black vehicle, Peter reached for one of his pokeballs, popped it, and then uttered a quiet command before activating the fusion stone he had in his right pocket.

Materializing with a growl, the umberon at the green haired man’s feet slide over to his master’s leg and then began to flow like water up the interior of the human’s pants just as a green glow enveloped the other. The shift from human to pokemon hybrid took less than a minute and once it was done Peter was once again the silver ringed purple eyed creature that commanded Team Fusion. A sharp radiance beside him caused the pointy eared half-human to turn to see a lucario hybrid coming into existence right beside him.

“I never get tired of seeing you like that, you know?” The umbreon fused purred saucily as his greedy amethyst orbs drunk in the sight of the muscular male walking over on side of him. James politely flipped the other off. “Maybe after we finish this little adventure we should go somewhere and have some fun on our own.” Peter quipped, a the grin on his face spreading wider even as he walked over to where the bus was, his mind mentally counting down the seconds before the bus’s alarm would sound the call to the helicopter waiting on standby.

“Can you take this a little more seriously, please?” James growled him as he released Mimi’s Alakazam from the confines of it’s pokeball. The whiskered psychic type blinked before nodding to the two pokemorphs in greetings.

“Oh come on, can't you be a little bit excited? We're finally going to get some answers tonight.” Peter chirped, his voice growing more and more exuberant, like a child going for his first roller coaster ride.

“I’ll feel excited once this is all over with and my pup is safe in my den.” the lucario growled making Peter chuckle before he nodded to the psychic type.

The alakazam held his hands out, its two spoons levitating in front of his palms as they started to spin in synchronized directions. Peter and James began to glow in a low emitting golden light as condensed mental energy slowly enveloped them and the alakazam. The air around them spun hazily as they felt a brief moment of weightlessness before the hazy spinning stopped and the glow receded. Blinking, James gasped as he noted the change in scenery, the dark interior of the bus surrounding almost oppressively.

“That was fun!” Peter chirped before the crescent moon on his forehead lit up, illuminating the surrounding area. Walking forward, the dark type fused tapped on the front area of the bus, the gardevoir in front letting out a soft croon before the umbreon turned to look for the zebstrika. “There's our guy.” Peter said as he turned to sneer predatorily at the half conscious striped pokemorph. “Tell me you brought the camera.”

James said nothing as he moved over to press said device against the side of the umbreon’s muzzle. Peter snickered and then stood back to let the lucario fused open and then set up the camera so that it pointed directly into the zebstrika’s face. Even with inadmissible evidence, neither man wanted themselves to be caught in any way, shape, or form on video. It was already going to be interesting enough to try and find a way to explain how such a video was created in the first place, James sighed mentally.

“Alright, let's do this.” Peter grunted, the tone of his voice growing more serious, his eyes narrowing somewhat dangerously. James blinked, somewhat surprised by how easily Peter seemed to flip between his emotions.

Peter reached up to the muzzled zebra and then, with very little ceremony, slapped the other across the face. The drugs were already starting to wear off so the extra added stimulation was enough to cause the electric type pokemorph to grunt and then struggle rather violently once he realised that he was suddenly in a very bad position.

“That's not going to work,” Peter said with a smirk as he stood close to the bound fused. The zebstrika continued to struggle as he blatantly ignored what he had just said. “Those are high grade restraints used to contain pokemon much worse than you.” the umbreon stated matter-of-factly as he hiked a thumb over to where the other pokemorphs who were riding along beside the zebstrika were situated. The zebra’s eyes widened as he found himself looking at a bound and trussed up fused tauros. The bull pokemorph, large even by tauros standards, had straps triple bolted into the wall while the chains secured the containment jacket the other had been placed into; the fastening was so tight that the zebstrika actually winced as he looked over the other.

“Now think about this carefully,” the zebra’s eyes were drawn back to the umbreon fused who was staring at him, a blank expression on his jet black muzzle. “You’re about to be taken to a place where Ison cannot reach you, which means that you are essentially cut off from both them and the rest of the world. Now, whether you get there alive or not doesn’t really matter to me, what I want to know is what Ison Corp has going on and part Samuel Ingot, their CEO, plays into everything.” the zebstrika drew in breath, as if ready to let out an impolite rebuttal but then his muzzle was grabbed, obsidian claws digging deep into the leather encircling mouth. “Make no mistake, Ison is going to fall, one way or another, but the question remains will you be alive to get the news or not. Personally, I don’t care if you are or aren’t, and with that in mind, your safety doesn’t mean squat to me.” Peter finished before slashing the muzzle free from zebstrika’s face.

The zebstrika’s eyes narrowed, several sparks emitted from around his body, but the previously unseen collar wrapped around the other’s neck suddenly went ZAP and he screamed into the night as he was tased rather harshly from the discharge.

“That's going to happen if you try to use your abilities,” Peter said with a nasty sneer as he watched the other writhe in agony for several seconds. “Now, are you going to tell us what we need to know, or are going to go with a more unpleasant method of getting the information?” the umbreon asked.

“I’m not talking without a lawyer.” the zebstrika spat causing Peter to chuckle.

“You’re really an idiot if you think that’s an option at this point.” the leader of Team Fusion said before turning to the Alakazam. “We go with Plan B.”

The alakazam nodded as he carefully moved his way in front of the tied up zebstrika and held his hands out. The spoons as well as his eyes began to glow a pale golden light as luminescent circles emerged from his eyes and travelled through the air into the head of the zebstrika.

At first the black and white pokemorph struggled as hard as he can to resist what was about to happen to him, but with each circle that hit his mind the zebra fused’s struggles began to weaken. Soon he went from struggling to move, to wobbling, and then finally to just twitching here and then he came to a complete standstill. When the Alakazam brought his spoons down the zebstrika’s eyes were glazed over, the other fused firmly under the influence of the psychic type’s hypnotic powers.

Peter nodded at James, who was watching through the camera. James nodded back and moved his clawed thumb over the big red button on the camera. A little image appeared on the screen indicating that the camera was now recording.

“You will tell us the truth. You are incapable of lying.” the alakazam spoke mentally. “Every question we ask you, you will answer with what you know. The mere thought of lying is completely foreign to you. All you can do, is answer with the truth of what you know. Do you understand me?” he asked.

“I understand.” The zebstrika’s voice was slightly muffled, as though he were deep within the throes of slumber but that mattered little to James and Peter. The alakazam nodded before stepping aside to allow Peter to once again take the reins of the conversation.

“What is two plus two?” the umbreon asked.

“Four.” the zebstrika answered.

“Who came first, Arceus, or Mew?”

“Arceus came first. He created Mew in his image.”

“Alright, now who are you?”

“Justin Mineuchi.”

“What is your occupation?”

“I am one of the head developers at the Ison Corporation.”

“And what did you get arrested for?”

“I was arrested after transporting a trial subject of permanently fusing of a living riolu to a synthetic metal body.”

“Who ordered the subject’s creation?”

“I don’t know.” both James and Peter blinked at that.

“How did you know who to create the subject, then?”

“My department was sent information via an e-mail with instructions that were to be followed to the letter.”

“Where did the e-mail come from?”

“I don’t know.”

“Who sent the e-mail?”

“Someone named A.R.C.E.U.S.” James cocked his head to the side at that.

“Do you still have the e-mail?”

“Yes.”

“What are you email address and password?”

“Zebstrika@pokemail.com and zebras#1.”

“What are the fusion stones?”

“Strange stones which allow humans and pokemon to merge together.”

“What are the yellow stones called imperfect fusion stones?”

“Stones created by a department within Ison Corporation to mimic the effects of true fusion stones.”

“What do you know know about the imperfect fusion stones?”

“They were created as a tool which would then be sold off to underground groups in order to spread mass panic throughout the world.”

“Has Samuel Ingot been ordering the stones to be mass produced in any way, shape, or form?”

“No.”

“Who has, then?”

“I don’t know.” Peter cursed as he racked his brain for more questions to ask, mindful that they were just now hitting the six minute mark on their ten minute time limit.

“How did Ison Corp learn of fusion stones?

“The Ison Corporation became aware of them when rumors of Team Fusion and their activities began to spread throughout the underground of Helios City.”

“What is Team Fusion?”

“A renegade group who created the perfected fusion stones.”

“Is Team Fusion associated with Ison Corp.”

“No.”

“How did Ison Corp distribute the fusion stones?”

“Trainers on the streets were approached by agents posing as members of Team Fusion, and were given what they believed were true stones.”

“So innocent people on the street were being treated as test subjects?” James growled out loud.

“Yes. Ison was running out of volunteers after suffering a 67% rate of mortality during initial fusion testing.”

“Why?!” James barked, his body visibly quivering.

“We learned that Team Fusion was recruiting through the use of their fusion stones, so we released the faulty stones into the general public to shift the blame on Team Fusion so they would be targeted for the failed results.”

“Why did the Ison Corporation target Team Fusion?” Peter asked, taking over the conversation before James assaulted the zebstrika.

“To acquire the Source.”

The moment the zebstrika mentioned what he called the Source, James felt a shift in the air. It was only a slight one, but the result was all the same as his fur quickly went to standing on end. Turning to look at Peter, the lucario fused realized that the dark type was literally radiating a thick miasma of deep purple energy, the entirety of which actually caused Mimi’s alakazam to take several steps away from the other, pain registering on the whiskered creature’s face.

“And what is that?”

“The creator of the perfected fusion stones.”

“How did they acquire it?”

“The Source was extracted from an unknown area of Helios City some months ago by a team of on staff pokemon trainers.”

“Where is this Source being kept at?”

“I don’t know.” Peter growled, low and loud enough that it made the entire bus tremble. Up in the front the gardevoir gasped as the backlash from the dark type’s anger caused her to lose control over her mental web.

It was a paw grabbing his shoulder that stopped Peter from ripping into the zebstrika. Purple eyes snapped to look at the offender only to see impassioned crimson eyes looking back at him desperately. The two stood together for several seconds before the umbreon nodded causing the paw holding onto the umbreon to release the other.

“Who would know?”

“Chairman Ingot.” Peter made a nose in the back of his throat that made James look at him but said nothing as the umbreon continued to speak.

“What is the point of all of this?” the lucario hybrid growled.

“To create a subconscious distrust of pokemon-human fusion.”

“What for?” the umbreon asked cooly.

“If the world is filled with fused, the economy will collapse because the world runs on trainers and their need to find, capture, train, feed, and nurture pokemon, not to mention all of the occupations that are designed for people to need pokemon. If these processes were stopped then it would begin the collapse of society.”

“Hmph, what a surprise.” Peter hissed. “Tell us what’s the full scope of Ison Corp’s plans.”

“Stage one was to create replicas of both permanent and temporary fusion stones without the use of the Source.

“And how far away is it to be completed?”

“One month.”

“What is stage two?”

“Stage two, was to buy the island resort, and refurbish it to become the Safari Island attraction.”

“What exactly do you plan on doing with that?”

“Samuel plans on turning the resort into the biggest pokemon zoo around.”

“Why?”

“The island will be an influential attraction where consumers will be able to find every pokemon in the world.”

“What is stage three?”

“Production and distribution of a new pokemon-machine hybrid to various groups within the world.”

“What’s the point of that?” James inquired.

“Once the new type of pokemon is released on the open market, Samuel plans to create a monopoly which he can use to control the financial market from the shadows while at the same time appearing benevolent to those who would come to rely on him and the product he would see to the mass production of.” the zebstrika answered emotionlessly.

“So all of this is about money in the end?” Peter scoffed.

“I don’t know.”

“How long is it going to take before this part of the plan should be completed?” the dark type inquired.

“Approximately eight months.”

“And what is stage four?”

“Stage four is unknown at this time.”

Peter said nothing for several long moments, long enough that both James and the Alakazam were starting to worry about him being so quiet. However, it was only a few moments later before Peter began speaking again.

“Time to go.” the umbreon fused said as he ceased the flash ability, drowning the back of the bus in darkness. James was going to say something but before the lucario morph could bark out a response the dark type punched the zebstrika onto the side of the head knocking the other pokemorph unconscious.

“What?” James blinked as he quickly shut down the camera.

“We’ve nearly hit the ten minute mark.” the umbreon fused said as he quickly worked to fasten the muzzle he had ripped from the bound pokemorph back onto the zebra’s muzzle. “That helicopter is probably getting buzzed as we speak.”

James cursed, having clearly forgotten about their time limit.

‘I could have done that without hurting him.’ the alakazam spoke mentally.

“But I wanted to hurt him.” Peter retorted sweetly making both James and the psychic type’s flesh crawl. “Now let’s go.”

Nothing more was said as the mimi’s pokemon lifted his two spoons into the air with his psychokinetic powers and then began to concentrate. Golden light filled the interior of the bus as the two metal eating utensils rapidly spun within the air before a silently burst of light snatched the trio from the unmoving vehicle back outside into the cool night. With almost choreographed precision the two pokemorphs headed for the car - James recalling Mimi’s alakazam into its pokeball as he did so - strapped themselves into their respective seats, and then Peter whipped the black car around the bus out of sight. Before the pair headed around the side of the cliff the still fused umbreon looked to see a large form waddle around the bus.

Inside of the front of the bus the gardevoir released the two guards from the state of slumber she held them in causing both men to slowly rouse themselves, confusion evident on their faces.

When the pair next blinked both men were stunned at what stood before them.

“You have got to be kidding me.” the driver gawked before he turned to look at his partner and the psychic-fairy beside him.

“I didn't even know they grew that big.” the guard replied as he stared in disbelief, the gun in his hand drawing close to his chest. He gave a slow glance over to the gardevoir, but she was still deep in meditation beside him, eyes closed and her hands clasped together almost as if in prayer.

The radio on the dash suddenly crackled to life as they were immediately contacted by the chopper flying towards them.

“Delta 5, please state the reason the convoy has stopped its movements.”

The driver yelped and then reached forward, not taking his eyes off the mass that was in front of the bus as he picked up the handset and brought it up close.

“Precinct, this is Delta 5. Convoy has stopped movement due to a sleeping Snorlax on the road.” he said.

“A snorlax?” the voice on the other end of the radio questioned annoyance clear to everyone within the bus. “That's the fourth one on the highways around the city this week. Any chance you can drive around it?”

“Negative Precinct, this one....it's fucking huge.”

The snorlax in front of them was truly immense. He had to have been a head and a half taller than a standard snorlax, not to mention twice as wide. And it was definitely a he, the junk in between the monochrome colored colored creature’s legs sitting like a literal third leg onto the ground in between the normal type’s massive cankles.

“Delta 5, we’re on route to your location. Is the payload still contained within the back?”

The guard turned to look through the viewport which showcased the pokemorphs within the back of the bus. Reaching for his flashlight and then shining a quiet beam over the group, the gun holding human gave the creatures a in depth once over before turning off the flashlight.

“Yes, Precinct.”

“Understood. Backup is in route.” the radio call ended with a static hiss after that.

Both humans sighed as they looked to each other, exasperation lining their faces.

++++

“Well that was fun, wasn’t it?” Peter asked as the still fused umbreon slipped into James’s apartment window.

“Oh yeah, so much fun.” the lucario morph grunted as he slipped in behind the black furred male, his annoyance clear as the coming dawn as he stretched his worn muscles. “Did we really need to destroy that car?” James asked as he recalled smashing the windows and hood of the sleek black vehicle with the spiritual bone-like weapon which his kind could manipulate with their astral powers. “I’m pretty sure that no one on the road saw us tonight.”

“Pretty sure is exactly what most people say right before the police come and cart them off to jail, right officer?” the silver ringed umbreon chuckled as he scratched himself, the sweat drying underneath his fur irritating him. He was definitely going to grab his cute little lucario and take a shower with him after this was all over with. The purple eyed dark type chuckled as he listened to his companion grumble at him. “Anyway, let’s go over the information we’ve collected and then come up with a plan on how we should assault Ison Corp.” said Peter as he walked from the aura pokemorph’s bedroom into the hallway.

“Are you sure we should be doing this tonight?” James didn’t want to admit that he was tired, what with the information acquiring, having destroyed the car the umbreon had ‘procured’ - James dared not ask how the other got it - and then running throughout the city to do a sweep over quiet metropolis - stopping two muggings and and an armed assault over a local pokemon store as they did so - before returning to the apartment, the cop could admit that he was exhausted.

“It’s kind of important that we do.” Peter sang causing the fighting-steel type’s long ears to twitch in annoyance.

“Fine, but don’t we need the others to be here?” James asked as he followed after the other man...and then dropped his jaw at what he found in his living room.

“What?” Peter asked innocently as he accepted a beer from a familiar looking Charmeleon fused.

“How?” the lucario morph asked as he swept his gaze over the assemble group that was ambling around his...suddenly very cramped apartment; a mild sense of concern filled the cop as he briefly wonder just how large Team Fusion actually was, since there had to be about twenty unfamiliar faces there within his home.

“One guess.” Peter said as he made his way over to the occupied sofa, a soft grunt scattering a Blaziken and Machamp fused from their position.

“You gave everyone here a key to my place?!” anger spiked within both Chris and James’s shared thoughts.

“Oh no, I’d never do that.” Peter smiled causing the lucario morph to wrinkle his nose suspiciously. “I asked Matt to let them in after he got off shift.”

Somewhere across the city a certain dark skinned police officer sneezed three times.

“Oh calm down already,” Peter commanded through a thin veil of laughter. “It’s not like anyone else would be coming over here to see you, so there’s no reason to be annoyed.”

“Strangers. Are. In. My. DEN!!” James growled, the bangs on the back of his head rising slowly as he punctuated each word.

James got a few looks from those lounging around his apartment, but no one attempted to draw near him or even grope him, which tended to happen somewhat often in Team Fusion. It might have something to do with the flaring azure energy that pulsed from the edge of the lucario’s body, or maybe it was because the group was entangling themselves with each, a strong current of sexual energy snapping within the air of the apartment as thick musk filled the living room.

“I’d introduce you to everyone, but we’ve got things to do right now.” the umbreon said this even as the dark type spread his legs and popped the button on the uncomfortable pants he had wrapped around his legs.

“I can see that.” Even though his rage the cop part of James realized that Peter had to have called the group there since the information sting was happening tonight.

Of course, all of that got shoved into the back of the lucario’s blue tinted world as he noticed that one, the door to his refrigerator was wide open, two, there were empty bottles of his alcohol and pizza sitting on whatever surface hadn't been occupied yet, and three, various bits of clothing had seemed to decide that it was appropriate to scattered themselves all across his once nice, clean floors. James tried not to look over to where a houndoom morph and absol were busy making out together, the black dog’s tongue shoved so far down the other’s throat that it seemed like the white canine should have been choking on the thick muscle dancing inside of his throat, but wasn’t for some reason.

However, Peter didn’t seem to care about any of this. Instead, the dark type snickered, ignoring the fact that the fighting-steel type’s eyes were burning with a deep blue flame, and then shucked his pants off from his lower form. “I’ll formally introduce you to everyone later on, but right now we need to go over some information we collected.” the umbreon smiled as he patted the seat next to himself.

James...was infuriated. Of that there was no doubt. But as he looked over the crowd now watching him somewhat warily, the lucario realized that there was no reason to be angry with these...people. A good number of them were those he had met earlier on at the club that Team Fusion used as one of their information hubs, yet it still rubbed him the wrong way that Peter was happily taking over his space as though it were his own. Glaring at the silver ringed menace, James stomped over to where the other was, plopping himself down, and then barked out an impolite response at the pointy eared nuisance.

His response gained him a lick across the nose by the umbreon, something James half expected as he nipped the other’s muzzle. Peter yipped.

James smiled.

Cautiously the charmeleon from before edged over to where the pair were, nervously placing a very large and old fashioned looking laptop onto the coffee table before fleeing over to stand beside a amused looking Arbok.

“You’re really using that thing?” James asked as he watched Peter quickly began to tap over the keys of the quietly purring machine.

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t be?”

“Maybe because there’s better hardware out there?”

“Computers are like wine, the older they are the better they feel.”

“You’re a dweeb, aren’t you?”

“Kiss my black, furry ass, will you?” Peter snapped, mildly shocking the lucario.

“Ohh, did I hit a nerve?” the aura pokemorph sing-sung.

“Don’t me tackle you.”

“You do realize that I’m part fighting type, right?”

“Yeah, what’s your point?”

“I’m got a higher chance of beating you up?”

“In your dreams.”

The lucario growled, his lips wrinkling as he edged himself over to the umbreon.

In response, Peter turned to face the other. And then a bright flash of light encapsulated the room.

Several of the fused yelped, James included, as he Flash blinded them.

“You son of bitch!!”

“And let that be a lesson to you, I don’t fight fair.”

Several groans within the once again darkened apartment made the lucario realize that there had been collateral damage within that assault. “You got some of your own in that attack, nut!” James cried as he tried to blink away the fuzz that now covered his dilated crimson orbs.

“Thank goodness that ability was non-fatal, right?” Peter snickered.

“You’re sick and twisted, you know that?”

“I’m a dark type.” Peter replied with a finality that made James shake his head in disbelief.

Nothing more was said or done about the umbreon’s unexpected tactic, though when James could finally see again he noticed that no one seemed remotely upset about what Peter has just done. ‘They’re all insane.’ the fighting-steel type thought as he looked over the various members of Team Fusion. Someone walked up to the lucario. Turning to look, James blinked as a plate of steaming pizza and a beer were handed to him. Smiling as he looked up the Blaziken from earlier, the aura pokemon nudged Peter to offer him some of the food. The umbreon grunted but continued to type.

After several minutes of listening to the dark type’s claws tapping away at the retro styled laptop, Peter refusing to let him see what exactly he was doing no matter how much he tried to look around the other, James’s grunted when the umbreon popped out a usb stick from the machine and then called over to the purple Arbok from before. The large purple naga snake took the usb and proceeded to slither out of the room, a bright aqua green glow covering him as he reached the door, seconds later an unfused teen with slick black hair left the room with his pokemon beside him.

Peter then handed another usb to the fused Charmeleon. Nothing was said as the flame type moved to follow after the arbok and his trainer, though James did receive a rather seductive look and a shake from the red reptile’s his barely covered ass; the cut off denim shorts the Charmeleon was wearing didn’t bother to hide anything and in the back of his mind Christopher purred and whispered how much fun it would be to sink his knotted cock into the overly warm depths of the fire type’s ass. The memory of both his and James’s previous encounter with the owner of the Protein Shot bar whispering through the lucario and human’s shared thoughts.

James just shook his head to clear such thoughts away; the cop part of him screaming that he would so totally be screwed if someone happened to walk in here and find him knee deep within the middle of Team Fusion. Christopher gently reminded his master that he had already made peace with that possibility after the whole Black Market operation.

“You know what,” James spoke outloud, drawing everyone's attention. “I’m going to take a shower and then go to bed.” he sighed almost as if in defeat before picking himself up off the sofa.

“You should probably get out of those clothes first.” Peter stated as he continued to work on...whatever he was working on.

“No? Really?” James bit back, his tail snapping behind him dangerously.

“I’m just saying, you do tend to not notice things when you’re tired.”

“I have a mother, you know.”

“Yes, Mrs. Heartwright. Nice lady. Does she know that you and Jenny broke up yet?” a groan from James answered said question. “You should really call her and give her the skinny on your life right now, since, you know, you could end up dead working on this case.” that made the lucario blink. “You had let that possibility sink in somewhere, hadn’t you?”

“Of course.” James retorted before making his way to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later the lucario fused stepped out of the steaming room, a fluffy white towel wrapped securely around his waist.

‘Gods, what a night.’ James thought as he stepped into his bedroom and then shut the door behind him. ‘Maybe I should call in sick tomorrow so that I can just sleep in all day.” he fumbled for the light switch to his room while contemplating if he should leave his crew at the station alone to do their jobs. When the light came on James’s mind paused mid thought, ruby eyes growing wide while his pupils dilated again for the second time in an hour.

Thankfully there wasn't anyone screwing in his room, the cop knew that he might have exploded spectacularly if there had been, however what was in his room, on his bed no less, were two male fused lying completely naked and looking over their shoulders at him. Both yelped when the light turned on and then quickly clung to each other for dear life.

“What the hell?!?!” James shouted while Chris growled almost hungrily inside of his psyche.

One on the left side of his queen sized mattress sat a slender looking vaporeon boy, his bright aquatic blue skin glistening as if he had just stepped out of the sea. His hips were wider than normal, giving him the impression of having a thick rear end perfectly suited for pounding. On the opposite side was a Glaceon, who had a rather similar build, except his hips weren't as wide, yet his butt was definitely more pronounced. Although both of them had their legs curled tightly against each other James’s photographic memory had seen their goods nestled in between their legs: the vaporeon possessed a very good size for such a diminutive creature while the glaceon was hung almost like a rapidash.

Shyly swinging their tails around as if to hide themselves from him, James felt his nurturing instincts flare to life as he watched the pair fearfully looking up at him as though he were some kind of monster. Raising his paws in a non-threatening manner, the aura pokemoprh let his tail wag gently behind his back before speaking, “Calm down. It’s ok.” the pair looked to each other nervously before slowly uncurling their tails. “I won’t hurt you. I just want to know what you’re doing in my room, since, you’re really not supposed to be here.”

“I brought them here for you.” a voice whispered into the lucario’s ear causing James to let out a yelp of fear.

Spinning around, a fist launching straight for the perpetrator, the fighting-steel type was slightly caught off guard as his unfocused attack was stopped mid stride by a large black fist. Crimson eyes blinked as shining amethyst orbs locked onto them.

“P-peter?!”

“Who else?” the umbreon said with a smirk.

James ripped his fist out of the other’s unfailing hold and then turned point at the two eeveelution boys blinking somewhat owlishly over at them. “Why are they here?”

“I just told you why.” the dark type said before pushing his way forward into the bedroom, consequently forcing James to back up against his bed. “A better question is why aren’t they doing what I told them to.” the silver ringed pokemorph looked around at the vaporeon and glaceon, his muzzle masked with a displeased frown.

“Oh, gee, I don’t know, maybe because...hmm...THEY AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!!!!” the fighting-steel type shouted startling the two little twink-like pokemorphs.

A black paw wrapped around the incensed lucario’s snout, silencing James’s fury.

“Shhh, you want the neighbors to hear you?” Peter grunted annoyedly. James grumbled but Peter was having none of it as he contained the other’s anger until the blue and gold canine finally calmed down. “Can I trust you not to start a rant?” Crimson eyes glared at the other but James nodded. When the lucario failed to start a tirade the Peter smiled and then tipped his head towards the bed.

Turning his head James watched the two eeveelution boys slowly release each other and then stand up, their actions consequently causing the aura pokemorph to reconfirm what he had seen earlier. The vaporeon's cock was indeed small and cute, sung softly against his body while the glaceon hung almost halfway down his thighs, the ice type’s orange sized balls bouncing almost lewdly as the other shuffled his hips somewhat nervously before the much taller fused.

“What are ….what are you two doing?” James suddenly felt a bad case of cottonmouth coming on as his tongue and mouth went dry very quickly as he watched the two males slowly walk up to him.

“Something you’ll like very much,” Peter said as he reached out to rub small patterns across James’s golden furred chest.

“And what would that be?” James moaned, his body falling into an automatic sense of tranquility as the dark type massaged his front in just the right way that always made the fighting-steel type melt.

“To help relax you in the way that everyone in my little pack of eevees do after a long, hard day.” Peter growled hungrily before nipping his lucario’s left ear. A sharp gasp split the air as the aura pokemorph gasped from the quick pinch of fangs. “Now hush and let them do their duties, pup.”

“Mmm not a pup.” James replied, however another nip of fangs on his right ear made the muscular canine whimper.

“You’re my pup, just the same as these two.” Peter announced with an intensity that had Christopher whimpering in submission. “As such,” the umbreon gripped the towel still hanging around the lucario’s hips and then snatched it off. The sudden splash of cool air over his moistened fur made the cop hiss. “You’re going to do what I say, or I’m going to punish you.” a sharp bite against the crux of his neck along with a quick clench of calloused fingers around his plump balls found the aura pokemorph moaning and thrusting his hips forward, a small splash of red peeking out from the pouch that was his sheath.

And then Peter was gone.

James would have said something but before he could the two eeveelution boys pressed up against him, one on each side of the lucario. Finding himself pressed against the cool, wet forms of the two naked males James was left gasping when gentle hands began to caress his still warm chest and abdomen.The vaporeon’s hands were, as to be expected, wet and slightly rubbery, while the glaceon’s fingers possessed a definite chill to them; the ice type’s fingers actually drew goosebumps up underneath his fur, James’s tail puffing out slightly.

James cooed as dexterous fingers trailed their way over his front, their hands exploring the hard muscles underneath his fur as almost curiously as the two eeveelutions boys sought to explore their trainer’s mate. In the back of his mind James could hear Christopher happily drinking in the attention that they were both getting, although James wasn't too sure about it. So many questions rumbled through his mind about the who, how and why of these two fused beings, and yet the only thing that he could choke out was...

“Wh...why are you two doing this?” he asked as he had to lick his lips as the two raised themselves up onto the tips of their toes to begin nuzzling him around his neck, eliciting a moan from his throat as they pressed up against him. Their cooled flesh sent shivers down his body, his fur prickled at the same time a heavy throb started to echo from in between his legs.

“Our trainer said to treat you good,” the vaporeon said with a smile before he extended a ruby red tongue from his lips. Dragging the wet muscle slowly over James’s neck, the bubble jet pokemorph listened with glee as a the fighting-steel type murred and then gently lolled his own tongue in rapture.

“So we're going to treat you good,” the glaceon finished as he started to slowly lick the other side of James's neck. The blue and gold canine whimpered from the icy cool touch of the cute pink tongue as it was rolled up the side of his throat. “So just let us take care of you,” he added with a smile as he pulled himself up so that he could kiss James's nose. “And don't worry, our trainer’s taught us everything we need to know about how to pleasure another canine.” the fresh snow pokemorph whispered with a sly smile before he started to lick the fighting-steel type’s chin.

‘This is wrong! This is wrong! Oh Arceus...this is SOOOOOO wrong!!’ James thought vehemently as the vaporeon and glaceon began to move down his body, leaving soft touches and gentle kisses across his pectorals before moving around him body as though trying to dance.

Chris barked in contradiction to his master’s foolish thoughts.

James tried to reply mentally before a cool finger slipped down the cleft of his rump, a teasing claw poking at the tight little hole hidden behind the wagging tail.

A suddenly flash of...something almost primeval shot through him at the gentle touch and soon the fighting-steel type’s mind was filled with thoughts of him bending both eeveelution boys over and then pummeling their backsides with his knotted spear, a feral smile on his face as he watched the both of them moaning like a couple of bitches. James couldn’t fight the growl of need that seeped from his trembling throat as Chris fed him more and more kinky thoughts, the human part of the cop’s mind was all but silent in the face of the lucario morph’s desperate need to play alpha to the two pups continuing to lave affection all across his inflamed body.

When a cool and chilly pair of tongues began to lick in between his legs James found his hips subconsciously thrusting back and forwards, his instincts overtaking what rationale he still possessed as he became like a hound trapped in the throes of an all consuming heat. As the duo worked over his thick pouch and tight ring the aura pokemorph sheath start to swell outwards with arousal, a heavy musk soon wafting throughout the bedroom as James released the potent pheromones which signaled that he was ready for some real heavy breeding.

The two eeveelutions drunk in the thick scent as though it were a drug, their own tails swished into the air as drool dribbled down the sides of their muzzles while they continued to pleasure their trainer’s mate. Several more minutes of teasing ended with the pair, almost as if in unison, pulling themselves up and away from the now huffing fighting-steel type. Glazed crimson eyes blinked and then turned to the twinks as if asking them why they chose to stop.

The duo answered, not with words, but with actions as they gently took James’s paws into their own and then guided the lucario onto his bed. James felt his heart pick up speed as his arousal grew, his sheath, which now produced half of his red throbbing sex, growing heavy as he sat himself on the edge of the bed while the two males stood before him, both of them half aroused by this point.

“Just relax,” the vaporeon said as he rather easily sat himself up on James' lap, his naked rump pressing down on James's thickened sheath as the bubble jet pokemorph wrapped his lithe arms around the older canine’s broad neck before pulling him in close for a kiss.

James opened his mouth and accepted the younger male's tongue against his own without question, his and Chris’s psyche’s meshing together as the two found inner peace while swapping saliva with one of Peter’s pets. The lucario morph growled hungrily as he tasted the cool and refreshing insides of the slimmer water type’s muzzle, their french kiss becoming sloppier, not to mention louder, as both began to pant. That he could feel the bubble jet pokemorph’s plump round ass wiggle back and forth on his lap only set James’s mind further into the throes of fiery ecstasy. Growling softly into that sweet mouth as his balls were teased by a thick squirming tail, the fighting-steel type never noticed when his bed started to shift behind him. What the older canine did notice though was something being slipped around his neck and then tightened slightly. The familiar feeling made something inside of James’s brain go ‘click’ and soon the cop broke the kiss to whimper uncertainly.

“Don’t be scared.” the glaceon whispered after pulling back to tug on the thick black collar fastened securely around the aura pokemorph’s neck. James groaned when the ice type’s sweet tongue popped into his mouth, the taste and texture of the smaller male’s tongue was like sucking on a frozen ice pop, one that happily began thrusting back and forth in his mouth while leaving chilled saliva to fill his mouth.

James gasped as he felt the vaporeon's tongue find one of his nipples, the nub rock hard from the chill the two eeveelutions were giving him. The aura pokemorph then groaned as listened to the vaporeon boy’s plump dark blue lips suck and smooch against the hard nub with so much pressure that James found the pleasure to actually be somewhat painful. He gasped out again when the glaceon slurped his tongue from out of his mouth and then moved down to wrap his white-blue lips around the lucario’s other nipple, giving the exact same level of pained pleasuring to the second hard nub. James arched his back as the two boys sucked with reckless abandon, their tails wrapping together as if congratulating themselves for the sounds they were making the collared canine exude.

For several long torturous minutes the duo assaulted his nipples, their sharp little teeth leaving marks in his flesh while soft plump lips sucked around the fur surrounding his tortured nubs. They certainly knew where to bite him to make him gasp and make his cock throb rather painfully, the lucario thought. James’s shaft had fully slipped from his sheath at this point, his fingers gripping his sheets tight as he pumped his hips up and down. A purring moan bounced against the walls of the bedroom as the aura pokemorph’s manhood bobbed in the air, small pearls of pre-cum spurting from the tip. When the duo finally they pulled off his nipples the lucario panted, his masked face flushed red with desire while crimson eyes shone like pyres within the shadows of the moonlit room. Feeling the sweat accumulating in his fur, his cock and balls covered in streams of pre that had leaked during his ordeal, James found himself curling up into himself two pair of sharp blue eyes looked down at him hungrily.

A gentle smile touched the glaceon’s lips as the fresh snow pokemorph placed his demure hands on James's chest, one on each side of his chest spike and rather firmly pushed him onto his back. The fighting-steel type grunted as the surprisingly strong eeveelution forced him to sink back deeper into his queen sized mattress, a perplexed look covering his muzzle.

“Wha-?” was all he managed to get out before the glaceon boy moved up his chest, his silvery knees sliding up onto either side of the lucario’s head before his crotch finally leveled itself with James’s face. The aura pokemorph found himself unable to speak as his eyes locked in on the more adventurous boy’s very impressive set of goods throbbing in front of him; James still wasn’t sure how such a large sheath and shaft could be contained in between the slim twink’s girly frame but both he and Chris felt themselves eager to taste it. Looking up at the other, the aura pokemorph blushed hotly as the fresh snow pokemorph winked and then turned around, presenting his rump to the other canine’s head.

James had just enough time to blink before his gaze caught sight of the glaceon spreading legs exposing his cute little taint and massive balls as his tail hiked itself out of the way. Ogling the smaller pokemorph’s perfectly proportioned posterior for a few seconds, the lucario’s muzzle slowly began to salivate at the delicious sight of that exposed boy butt. Crimson eyes blinked as the toned rear lifted up and then moved backwards. James growled in slight disappointed that he didn't get a chance to taste that dark blue ring nestled down in between that crevice, but he didn't sulk over this fact for long because soon the fresh snow pokemorph’s big white balls were suddenly dropped onto his snout.

The glaceon moved his hips back and forth with a rather slutty moan as he ground his fat balls onto the other male's snout, rubbing them up and down the ridge of his muzzle from his eyes down to his nose, subconsciously spreading the minty pine needles like musk onto the fighting-steel type’s face in order to mark him as one of the pack. Each inhale of breath gave James a subtle high, the scent of the orbs so delicious that it caused his blood boil in his veins. Reaching up to grab the ice type’s warm buns, the lucario wasted no time delving his snout into the smaller male’s taint, his cold wet nose drinking in the glaceon’s musky depths with abandon

The glaceon let out another slutty moan as his balls were suddenly swallowed up into the fighting-steel type’s maw, the burning heat of the older canine’s muzzle sending a surge of pleasure into fresh snow pokemorph that was usually only matched by his flareon brother who often used him as his personal cock warmer. A cute wiggle from the ice type had James purring as he opened his muzzle wider so as to curl his tongue around one of the glaceon’s orange sized orbs. A quiet bark from the eeveelution boy was met with an almost predatory growl as the lucario felt the little twink grind his hips back and forth slowly, his rump pressing over the canines eyes.

Before the pair could become too lost in what they were doing the somewhat forgotten vaporeon reached around his glaceon brother to take James's hands into his own. The lucario tried to pull his arms back, a slightly annoyed grunt burning in his throat, however the bubble jet pokemorph gave the older canine no time to verbally complain as he skillfully cuffed the fighting-steel type’s paws to the headboard with the handcuffs their trainer had left for them.

James instantly began to freak out when he heard the cuffs click together, his mind in a whirl as he wondered if Peter had betrayed him.

Were these two here to take advantage of him while Peter was off doing whatever it was that he was doing?

Was this the green haired man’s intent right from the start?

Did he plan to...before he could finish that last thought the aura pokemorph found his head uncovered and then two muzzles pressing into his own.

Crimson eyes blinked as he watched the eeveelution boys croon and whisper to him not to be afraid, that their trainer had told them what to do to make him feel especially good, and to let them have their way with him.

The lucario was hesitant.

The kisses from the fresh snow and bubble jet pokemorph helping to ease him, but only so much. There was something about being confined like this that made James’s mind scream in rage, the knowledge of his own helplessness in the face of such a circumstance taking him to a place that he had long tried to keep contained within the darkness of his mind. A stray tear rolled from his eye as he desperately tried to fight back the sense of terror he felt coursing inside of him, but before it could hit his bed the glaceon licked the salty dewdrop away, his cool breath sending a mist of minty fresh air over the lucario’s senses.

Cool and wet arms drew around him as the young pokemorph’s held the quivering fighting-steel type. Several seconds were spent whispering to the older male that everything would be alright. That their trainer cared for him and wouldn’t put him in a dangerous situation. And that he was cared for the same as the eeveelutions which Peter had long since captured, raised and trained to be his personal pokemon squad.

It took several minutes for any of this to hit home for James, Christopher unsure of what to say or think in the face of such a disadvantageous situation, but once the lucario was no longer twitching in repressed rage the vaporeon and glaceon pressed up closer to him, their tongue licking over his nose and chest to rekindle the flames of passion which had turned black. When James was once again whimpering in pleasure the two twinks moved themselves back into position, the glaceon once holding his bottom over the aura pokemorph’s snout and face while the vaporeon grinned as he knelt at the end of the bed. Grabbing the other pairs of cuffs their trainer had liberated from the officer's uniform closet, the bubble jet pokemorph quickly fastened them around the canines ankles, spreading his muscular legs apart before securing them to either side of the bed.

Had the bound lucario been able to see himself he would have found himself placed like a X onto the bed, completely at the mercy of whatever the two rather sinfully delicious boys had in store for him.

The fresh snow pokemorph rubbed his hips back and forth, making sure that the older male was once again drowning in his minty clean scent before he dropped his orbs into the other canine’s mouth quickly filled James’s mouth, ballooning his cheeks on both sides. James couldn’t see it but the two eeveelution brothers giggled and then winked at each other as they realized why their trainer had chosen them for this task instead of their other five brothers, however, there was still a long way to go to initiate the fighting-steel type into the pack.

With the lucario’s legs spread before him, the vaporeon had an unobstructed view of the aura pokemorph’s painfully hard cock and his jet black balls. Those orbs were full and healthy as they hung down in his sac between his legs while his cock saluting the air, throbbing an angry red , while his knot was starting to slowly form from his arousal, a steady dribble of pre dripping onto James’s crotch fur. The bubble jet pokemorph reached forward and wrapped his webbed hand around the eight inch pole eliciting a muffled gasp from the lucario.

James panted desperately from the sensation of the vaporeon's cooled fingers tightening around his hot flesh. When the light blue water type began to slowly rub up and down the length of his sex the aura pokemorph started to swallow around the fat nuts within his jaw eliciting keening moans from the glaceon up above. When a cool, wet sensation overtook the slow strokes that the vaporeon was using on him James couldn’t stop himself from humping upwards onto the bed, his tail sapping underneath him as his body went on autopilot. Desire burning hot within him the aura pokemorph let himself sink into the perverted nature of the act for which he had been locked into.

The glaceon murred cutely as he shuffled his hips backwards and forwards. The long length of his cock soon began squirting icy cold pre-cum from the tip of his pointed shaft, the chilly crystals quickly painting over the golden fur of the lucario’s fluffy chest covering the older canine in the fresh snow pokemorph’s musk. Down below the vaporeon was jacking off the fighting-steel type with slow methodical strokes, the pumping motions drawing out more fluid from the the lucario’s now fully knotted cock, however, a bark from his brother made the bubble jet pokemorph stop and then look up. A small tilt of the head and the water type slid himself up onto the lucario’s chest, careful to keep himself out of harm's way from the older canine’s chest spike as he planted his hands on either side of the lucario’s hips. Now face to face with one another, the two siblings stared at each other, love and lust dancing within their shimmering blue eyes illuminated almost ethereally by the cold light of the halfmoon outside.

Because his view was obscured by the glaceon’s taint and his tight little blue ring James was unable to view the two brothers as they leaned in close and began to suck face with each other. Yet his pointed ears did catch the sounds of lips pressing together, tongues curling around one another as sticky, wet echoes slowly slapped at the air making the lucario shiver and suck harder at the orbs still stuck firmly within his maw.

The two eeveelution boys barely took notice of James as their tongues fought for dominance in the other’s mouth, their combined saliva dribbling down onto the matted form of the aura pokemorph’s chest and abdomen. Arms wrapped around each other as the pair began to press their unsheathed shafts into each other, the glaceon’s almost comically huge cock squirting more fluid from its tip over his brother and the lucario as if marking them as his personal possessions.

Minutes passed with the three locked in the strange embrace of flesh and fur, yet James found himself almost light headed as he continued to suck and slurp onto the fresh snow pokemorph’s balls while the duo continued to use his chest for their own naughty play. After a few more minutes of kissing the brothers broke apart, a long string of warm silver saliva connecting them together before popping, and then both shifted until the point where both of them were able to muzzle to muzzle with James’s glistening manhood. Cool breath blew over the pulsating mass of flesh causing the lucario to arch onto the bed, a giggle resounded through the air at that.

James let out a long whine mixed in with a moan as the tip of his cock penetrated the space between their mashing lips and twisting tongues as the eeveelutions returned to making out, this time with his cock nestled securely in between their muzzles. Twin tongues snaked and danced around the lucario’s hot cock, their cool/cold saliva dripping down onto their laced fingers as they stroked and sucked and tongued at each other in order to sloppily pleasure their trainer’s mate. James' balls bounced between his legs with each movement of their hands, the twin testicles almost begging to release their stored treasure as the swelled and then contracted eagerly.

His heart was racing and his head was swimming, the fighting-steel type realized that being in such a position wasn’t so bad, though he wanted it to be Peter that filled his senses. Thinking about the sexy dark type and his delicious silver rings, sent a spark racing through James. Mind screaming as he imagined that it was the umbreon’s tongue wrapping around him, sucking him off, binding him to the bed while the other used him for his own pleasure while giving pleasure in return, James couldn’t stop himself from sob softly. His cock felt like it was on the brink of exploding, the pressure within his groin just that great as the two brothers continued to french kiss his shaft as though it were a long lost lover. That the long red spear was hosing the pair’s muzzles down with his own frothy mix of lucario pre only made it all the better in the aura pokemorph’s mind, it would be so hot to see them with his cum raining down their faces marking them them same way their cool shafts were still staining his body with their own dribbling fluids.

The lucario’s hips began to buck upwards as the duo drove him closer to his orgasm, his cock starting to thrust up between their lips. Each thrust pushed the tip into one of their mouths where it was immediately sucked on, before it came out and was pushed up into the other's muzzle to receive the same treatment. The two males shared the cock between them as they felt it throb harder and faster between their laced fingers.

It was a quick pinch of fang from one of them that made James see stars; fireworks immediately exploded behind his eyelids as he was unable to hold himself back. The aura pokemorph felt the rush boiling in his heavy balls that forced its way up through his throbbing shaft as he let out a muffled howl that made the balls in his mouth vibrate.

The vaporeon and glaceon happily and eagerly accepted the offering as the cock between their mouths started to spurt long ribbons of pearly white lucario cum like a gyser. The brothers opened their muzzles as wide as they were able and extended their tongues, trying their best to catch what strands of liquid musk they could catch, while the rest simply splattered them from chin to ear in white ropes of deliciousness.

Over and over James’s cock spurted, his muscular hips thrusting upwards as his furry testicles drained themselves of the seed they kept. The lucario whined and moaned into the big balls still nestled his mouth as two hands squeezed around his cock, the eeveelution brothers helping to milk him of his seed while they lolled tongues outwards in needy expectation.

James actually felt drained when the glaceon finally pulled his balls from his mouth, the lewd sound of them actually sucking along the length of his shaft making the lucario blush hotly.

Whether they did it on purpose or not James would never be sure, but after the last dribble of semen seeped from out from his now weeping shaft the fighting-steel type was treated to the sight of the two eeveelution twinks lifting themselves up and over him so as to continue their messy swapping of tongue could continue. James, by this point, had nothing left to give. The mental exhaustion coupled with the sexual release taking everything he had sending the pokemorph into the blissful haze of sleep. The two brothers continued to kiss each other for several minutes before they blinked at the sound of soft snoring. Turning, the glaceon and vaporeon giggled as they watched the lucario breathing easily and gently before noticing something that was a little...odd to say the least.

---

Meanwhile across the city...

“You’ve got a lot of guts sneaking in here.” Stark said as he held his gun onto Peter, the moonlight covered umbreon staring back at the other with a blank expression on his black muzzle. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t shoot you?”

The dark type blinked.

Stark gasped as his weapon literally exploded within his hand, the wrinkled flesh split open as metal imbedded itself within his palm.

A flash of light filled the darkened house as the police chief’s mightyena forcibly ejected itself from its pokeball. The monochrome dark type growled, crimson eyes glaring bloody murder at the creature that had dare to injure its master.

“Don’t.” Stark tried to say through clenched teeth, sadly he wasn’t able to get his command out in time before the canine threw itself, claws outstretched and fangs glistening, at the male seated on the police chief’s couch.

Peter was completely unfazed as he watched death surge through the air at him. In the split second before the feral pokemon could tackle the other the umbreon’s tail swept up, golden stars flinging free from his fluffy appendage. The glowing starlight hit the other canine into the face and chest throwing the other back with a yelp.

Stark dove forward on instinct.

The older man grunted as he caught his longtime partner, though the force of the flying canine’s body being flung back so harshly made drove Stark into far wall with a harsh thud.

“Are you done?” Peter inquired almost bored, completely unmindful of the result of his actions.

Stark grunted, pain lacing his body as he shook his head. Looking down at his partner the older man was grateful to see that the aging mightyena was only unconscious and not dead. Lifting his head to glare at the other male, the older male responded with, “Far from it.”

“We can keep going if you want.” The umbreon’s amethyst eyes began to glow a deep violet color, the effect of this move seeming to draw the shadows around the umbreon like a thick cloak. “But be mindful, you know as well as I do that my sanity has long since left the building.”

“What do you want?” Stark asked at the same time he recalled his partner back into his pokeball.

“Just for you to look over this and give me your opinion.” the umbreon said as he lifted his tail and then withdrew a usb stick from it.

The police chief didn’t bother to grumble as he lifted himself up, went over to where the other was holding out the device, and then swiped it from the dark type’s hold. Moving around the other and then going to his home office, Stark quickly booted up his computer. Slipping the stick into his desktop the older man watched the footage that played off of the usb device and then breathed a deep sigh.

“Well?” Peter asked while watching the moon peeking through the curtains roll across the sky.

“It’s inadmissible in court, you know that.”

“I’m well aware, but can you use it to get what you need to infiltrate Ison Corp?”

“Possibly, but nothing on there tells us anything that we both hadn’t already suspected.”

“As long as you can get into their offices I don’t care about the rest.” the umbreon bit out.

Stark waited several seconds before speaking. “Do I need to ask who the other person on audio with you was .”

“Better question, what makes you think that I’d answer you.”

“Fair enough, though you have to know that when a pending investigation is put into place what will happen to said person.” The umbreon turned to look at the other man, his dark eyes unfazed. “You’re going to take responsibility, then?”

“I’ve been taking responsibility for this since it began.”

“This is different, though, you know that.”

“I’ve already let one thing that belongs to me slip from my grasp, Stark. I’ve promised myself that it won’t happen again.” Silver fangs glimmered within the darkes like white knives as the dark type snarled at the human.

“Oh really?”

“Hmph, once this is all over with, Team Fusion is going to fade into the pages of the tabloids.”

Silence reigned within the room for several minutes before the older man chose to speak.

“Alright, about that robot.”

“You’re never going to get your hands on it.”

“Has Mimi?”

“Did she tell you anything?”

“A couple of interesting facts.”

“But nothing you wanted to hear.”

The two glared at each other, their respective wills clashing hard.

Then the umbreon rose from his seat. “In a few days everything is going to end, one way or another.” Peter said as he went to the open window he had slipped through to enter into the house. “I don’t really care what you do in that time, but realize this,” the dark type said while looking over his broad shoulder. “there’s going to be blood on the streets of Torren City.”

“You’re going to pay for that blood, you know.”

“I’m prepared for that.”

“Then why comes here? Did you want me to absolve you of your guilt?”

“Haha, nope. I’m just trying to live up to someone’s expectation of me.” And then the other was gone leaving the police chief alone with his thoughts.

---

The banging on the door the next morning cut into James's dreams like a hot knife into butter. It didn’t help that for some strange reason his head felt like someone was hitting him with a mallet. The blue haired cop’s hand fumbled for the alarm clock on his nightstand. When he actually managed to find it his blurred vision revealed that it was still early into the morning. VERY early into the morning.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he yawned and slowly began to sit himself up only to realise that he was, a, naked, b, no longer fused to Chris, and c, free from the cuffs which had been strapped around his ligaments last night - odd because he didn’t remember either the vaporeon or glaceon freeing him before he passed out - and d, not alone. Blinking crimson eyes in confusion James looked down when he felt something warm and heavy lying on his side. Turning, the blue haired man gaped slightly as he noticed that Peter, still in his umbreon fused form, was huddled up next to him, the glaceon and the vaporeon pokemorphs from last night snuggled against him.

James couldn’t stop himself from smiling. The three of them did look kind of cute together, though they did look pretty out of it.

The incessant knocking at the front door brought a growl from James’s throat.

Snatching the covers from off of him the blue haired man got up from his bed, only to let out a rather startled moan as he felt a sharp pain surge throughout his hindquarters. Reaching back behind him, the cop found himself blushing hotly as he felt something hard and rubbery poking out from his rear, a slightly crusty feeling caking his buttcheeks. Turning to glare at the still sleeping umbreon, James promised the other a severe death after he dealt with whoever it was outside his apartment.

Christopher snickered slightly from where he was seated on a cushion on the floor in his usual meditation spot, looking deep into his trance. James barked at his pet before grabbing up a pair of pants that didn’t belong to him from off the floor. Thankfully they fit his slim frame well enough that he didn’t need to look for a belt as he stepped from his room out into the front of the apartment, though they did make the thing inside of his butt shift around awkwardly.

“ALRIGHT! I'm coming!!” he shouted in annoyance as whoever was on the other side of the door let through another loud banging that made the door vibrate. “Alright, what the hell is so dam.....oh, hi chief.” James said as he unlocked the door as far as the security chain would allow, only to find himself face to face with the chief of police, Chief Stark, dressed as immaculately as ever in his perfectly pressed uniform. That the rather intimidating man did not look to be in the mood for chat only served to make white hot fear surge through James’s soul as dark brown eyes looked at him expectantly.

A bark by his side made crimson eyes look down to see the chief’s oldest pokemon partner standing protectively next to him. If James had been in his fused form he was sure that his tail would be curled in between his legs as he turned to look around at his apartment and then back to the highest commanding officer within the Torren Police Force.

“Catch you at a bad time?” Stark asked in a flat tone of voice.

“Kind of a long night, sir.” The older man merely made a noise in the back of his throat at that. “I suppose you want to come?” he asked, praying that the answer was no.

“Yes” Stark said. “There are some things we need to talk, Heartwright.”

“Um, ok. Just give me a minute.” he said as he shut the door and went to unlock the door, before he saw Christopher walk out from the bedroom.

‘SHUT THE BEDROOM DOOR!! STARKS HERE!!!!’ James mouthed panickedly at his partner. Christopher turned on his heel to do as commanded, well aware of how things would go down if his master’s mate was found in their bedroom.

“Umm, won't you come in?” James said as he turned to open the door fully. Stark simply nodded as he easily brushed past James as he made his way into the apartment. His Mightyena following him, though giving James a suspicious sniff and then as he swept past the human.

“Didn’t feel like inviting me to the party?” Stark joked dryly as he eyed the mess that was James’s living room. The blue haired cop swallowed thickly as he looked over the bottles, boxes, and clothing strewn about the place.

“Well, Christopher and I went out for a run last night, and we ended up meeting with a couple of friends from down at the Protein Shot. One thing led to another and then everyone ended up here last night.” James said to him as he quickly tried to gather up the rather flamboyant underwear, which smelled like the glaceon and vaporeon pair, and then toss them out of sight.

“So, you didn't hear about what happened last night with the transport bus?” Stark asked as he gave James a look.

“Sir, I just woke up from a night that I’m not sure I want to remember.” James said honestly. “Coffee?” he asked as he hurriedly made it to the kitchen to put a fresh brew on.

“Apparently it went fine.” Stark said as his Mightyena started to take a sniff around the apartment. Christopher noticed this and stepped in front of the bedroom door, the fighting-steel type giving them monochrome canine a sour look that said ‘don't you dare'.

“So, how come you're here...to...celebrate?” James asked as he turned the machine on.

“Not exactly.” Stark said as he pulled out a small envelope from his suit pocket. “I received this not that long ago.” he said as he pulled out rather familiar looking usb stick and placed it on the younger man’s coffee.

“Is someone sending the department death threats again?” James asked as he looked over his shoulder for a moment before turning to face the chief.

“Not this time.” Stark began with a look of annoyance covering his weathered. “Someone managed to get a forced interview out of the zebstrika we had in transit, while he was in transit.” James heart lept into his throat. “However, oddly enough, the men guarding the bus said that no such thing happened, though there was a ten minute delay of the bus’s travel time due to a snorlax sitting in the middle of the road.”

“So, someone managed to sneak in and then...?” James asked as he poured two cups of coffee. The Mightyena was sniffing around the doorframe of James’s bedroom, seemingly on the trail of something.

“Forced the zebstrika to give up information. From what I can tell from the recording it seems that they put him under hypnosis to explain information that we've been trying to get out of him for weeks.” Stark said.

“Do we know who could have done this, or how they did it?” James asked, as he felt his mouth go dry, his pulsing racing dangerously.

“It was Team Fusion.” James breathed rather deeply at that. “Apparently their leader decided to take matters into his own hands. He then decided to have several copies of this usb stick delivered to the department and several other places around the city.” Stark replied with his usual stern expression clouding his face. James swallowed his coffee as fast as he could when those aged brown eyes lasered in on him. “Want to hear something even more interesting?”

“Of course,” it’s not like things could get worse. James finished in his head.

The Mightyena was sniffing along on the floor and ended up in front of Christopher, the two of them exchanging dark looks.

Stark reached into the envelope again and withdrew several papers and placed them on the counter.

Both Christopher and the Mightyena began to growl at one another, Christopher growling that it was his den and he didn't want the chief’s bossy dog to go where he wasn't wanted. The mightyena countered that he was permitted to investigate anywhere he pleased, especially into a bedroom where he could smell something that could be a danger to those within the area.

James almost spit out the coffee in his mug when he noticed the photographs that the chief had placed on the counter. They were photographs of the inside of the bus, and they had him, Peter, and Mimi’s alakazam in every picture.

“The inside of the bus was monitored?” James whispered in surprise. Nothing about this was in the information Matt had dropped onto his desk.

“I’m aware that Matthew Broderick gave you information pertaining to the transport, however, I'm allowed to keep some details off the books.” Stark said as both their pokemon started growling louder. “We didn't have audio recording in the bus, but now we have actual pictures of members of Team Fusion, so we finally have a lead on them.” he said. “But here’s an interesting thing, these two,” he pointed to James and Peter’s fused forms. “Are fusions. But this guy,” Stark pointed to Mimi’s alakazam. “He’s not. Actually, if I didn’t know any better, I would think that he’s one of the department’s psychic types. Mimi’s, to be exact.” James wished that he could have imploded to avoid the glare the older man sent him. “I’m going to ask her about this later, but I’m sure she had nothing to do with this.”

“Of course not, sir!” James almost shouted. “Mimi would never throw away her career by aiding and abetting criminals!”

“Good. That takes a load off my mind.” Stark lowered his glare, much to James’s relief. “Regardless, we this evidence we have a lead on Team Fusion. So as of this moment you are off of the Ison Corp case.” James blinked. “I want you to follow up on this information and find out who these two are. How they got the information about the bus. And where the hell they are now.” Stark said flatly.

The Mightyena got sick of the younger pokemon standing in his way. Lunging at Christopher with enough force that the two of them collided into the bedroom door, literally knocking it off it's hinges, the two canines landed in a fit of fur and fangs as they began a rather vicious looking biting contest against one another.

“Oh shit.” James swore as he turned his head to look at his now doorless bedroom.